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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Index,
The Standells,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.