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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
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 rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Blancmange,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Nirvana,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Motorama,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.