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 Canada and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
F. McDonald,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Monolake,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Neu!,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.