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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Television,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
The Skatalites,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
The Motions,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Warsaw,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.