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 Dominica and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
Crime,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funkadelic,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.