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 Honduras and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Little Man to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
JFA,
June of 44,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
The Sound,
Organ,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.