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 Zimbabwe and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
New Order,
The Martian,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Scan 7,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
The Smoke,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.