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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
H. Thieme,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Kurtis Blow,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.