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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.