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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 In Retrospect 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Jacques Brel,
Magazine,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Skarface,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
The Last Poets,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Nico,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.