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 United States and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Chrome,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Grauzone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.