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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Busters,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Nico,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.