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 Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 The Martian to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.