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 Belgium and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Kinks,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Radio Birdman,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.