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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Mantronix to the funk 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Average White Band,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Can,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
JFA,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.