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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Saints,
Subhumans,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Qualms,
Anakelly,
June Days,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
Zapp,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Japan,
Main Source,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.