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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 oboe 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slackers,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Pagans,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Archie Shepp,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.