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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
China Crisis,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Kaleidoscope,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Motorama,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Cameo,
AZ,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.