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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.