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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Oneida,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June Days,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
Moebius,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Lalo Schifrin,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.