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 Kyrgyzstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suicide,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.