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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Aswad,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fela Kuti,
T. Rex,
MDC,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.