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 Liechtenstein and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 John Cale to the dance 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.