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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Lungfish,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.