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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Qualms,
Mars,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
The New Christs,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.