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 Belgium and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
June Days,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.