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 India and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
World's Most,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
The Knickerbockers,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.