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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fall,
Slave,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.