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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.