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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
MDC,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.