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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
The Techniques,
the Normal,
Wasted Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.