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 Cape Verde 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Tremeloes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Wire,
Boz Scaggs,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Siglo XX,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.