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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q65,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eve St. Jones,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bad Manners,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.