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 Chile and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
Visage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
The Motions,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.