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 Ireland and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
The American Breed,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donny Hathaway,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.