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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mummies to the electroclash 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Y Pants,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.