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 Italy and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Dead Boys to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Rapeman,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.