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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.