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 Azerbaijan 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Can to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.