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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Trojans,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
The Evens,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Cal Tjader,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.