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 Tunisia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
The Names,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Sparks,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.