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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Theoretical Girls,
Blossom Toes,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.