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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Altered Images,
Toni Rubio,
Magma,
Roxette,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.