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 Bhutan and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Khruangbin,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Soft Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Lower 48,
Crooked Eye,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.