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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Deepchord,
Agitation Free,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.