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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 mellotron 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
Japan,
Qualms,
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Boredoms,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.