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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the techno 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Rapeman,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
Faust,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.