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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Television,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Associates,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Nas,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.