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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
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 güiro 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 The Trojans to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Mars,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.