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 Seychelles and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Bluetip to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.