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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monochrome Set 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Donny Hathaway,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.