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 Kenya and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
The Black Dice,
Magazine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
The Walker Brothers,
Warsaw,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Clear Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.