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 Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 chamberlin 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Organ,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
UT,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.