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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 China Crisis to the punk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nils Olav,
Bill Wells,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Can,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
The Happenings,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.