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 Tajikistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.