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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
Neu!,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
The Angels of Light,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.