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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mo-Dettes,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul II Soul,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Theoretical Girls,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.