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 Luxembourg and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Absolute Body Control,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
E-Dancer,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.