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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Arthur Verocai,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.