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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.