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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Q65,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Deepchord,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Von Mondo,
Echospace,
Slick Rick,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
Unwound,
Can,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.