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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Can,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.