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 Thailand and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
Skriet,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Newcleus,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
The Busters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.