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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Wasted Youth,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Quantec,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
MC5,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.