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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
PIL,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.