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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Victims,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
The Fortunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Babytalk,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Sight & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.