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 Swaziland and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Velvet Underground 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Cluster,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Prince Buster,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.