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 Estonia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.