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 Denmark and from London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
CMW,
The Invisible,
Swans,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.