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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 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 Outsiders 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.