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 Iran and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Warren Ellis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantaleimon,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Harmonia,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Q65,
Dark Day,
The Mummies,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.