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 Lebanon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Golliwogs,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Masters at Work,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.