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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
R.M.O.,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.