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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Faust,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
UT,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Monks,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Fania All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.