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 Laos and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.