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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
JFA,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.