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 Armenia and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Skarface,
Make Up,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Andrew Hill,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
a-ha,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.