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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Cymande,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Niagra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Hill,
Can,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The J.B.'s,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.