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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 chamberlin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Roxette,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Birthday Party,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Yaz,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.