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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
Royal Trux,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Infiniti,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.