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 Cuba and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.