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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
JFA,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.