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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 The Standells to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Nas,
Deakin,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
June Days,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
The Names,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.