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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the rock 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Au Pairs,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Hoover,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.