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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Outsiders,
Television,
Qualms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Simply Red,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harmonia,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.