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 Togo and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Brick,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.