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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
These Immortal Souls,
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.