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 Bahrain and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Wings,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
UT,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.