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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Görl to the techno 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Magma,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.