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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.