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 Estonia 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
Sam Rivers,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Monks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.