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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Boogie Down Productions to the punk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
OOIOO,
Cheater Slicks,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Crime,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
the Slits,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.