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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Suicide,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Johnny Clarke,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.