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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Mandrill,
X-Ray Spex,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Harmonia,
Thee Headcoats,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.