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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.