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 Grenada and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the punk 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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Swell Maps,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Bluetip,
Wire,
The Names,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
MC5,
Q65,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
DNA,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.