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 Tuvalu and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bauhaus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.