Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gichy Dan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Pole,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
cv313,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Juan Atkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.