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 United States and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Symarip,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Kurtis Blow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.