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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Little Man to the disco 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
Swell Maps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Josef K,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zero Boys,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Index,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.