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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
10cc,
Delta 5,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
X-101,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Quando Quango,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.