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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Technova to the jazz 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Ronan,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
The Smoke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deepchord,
Jeff Lynne,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Mars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Franke,
OOIOO,
The Real Kids,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.