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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Lalann,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lyres,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Von Mondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.