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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Negative Approach,
James White and The Blacks,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Q65,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Graham Central Station,
Lebanon Hanover,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.