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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
UT,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.