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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Don Cherry,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.