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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.