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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
One Last Wish,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.