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 Chad and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Sandy B,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
The Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
The Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Delta 5,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.