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 India and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.