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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Swans,
The Gories,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Motorama,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.