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 Ethiopia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
JFA,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Supertramp,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.