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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the techno 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.