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 Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the punk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
ABBA,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Faust,
Section 25,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.