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 Serbia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 snare 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.