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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Scientists,
ABC,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.