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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
DNA,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.