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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
The Residents,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.