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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
The Leaves,
Suicide,
Donald Byrd,
Eden Ahbez,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Scientists,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.