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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Section 25,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Junior Murvin,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.