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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
New Order,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Busters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.