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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Young Rascals to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
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,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Flag,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.