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 Jordan and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Names to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Unwound,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pagans,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
China Crisis,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.