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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Kayak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Angels of Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.