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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.