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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Basic Channel,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.