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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Q65 to the techno 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
World's Most,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Adolescents,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Juan Atkins,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.