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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.