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 Netherlands 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
The Shadows of Knight,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Motorama,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.