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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Skaos,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
Rosa Yemen,
Arcadia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Metal Thangz,
Janne Schatter,
LL Cool J,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Mantronix,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.