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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Human League to the funk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grauzone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.