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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 FM Einheit to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
PIL,
Moebius,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
The American Breed,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.