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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Yazoo to the disco 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Techniques,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Darondo,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.