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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Residents,
The Martian,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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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.