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 Algeria 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Marmalade to the jazz 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Sällskapet,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.