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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Nas,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Cecil Taylor,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
CMW,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.