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 Albania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Bobby Sherman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.