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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.