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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Flesh Eaters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.