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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Slave,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
Yazoo,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.