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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Almond to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Faust,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
James White and The Blacks,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.