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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.