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 Portugal 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Minnie Riperton,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.