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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Dawn Penn to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Y Pants,
John Coltrane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
The Saints,
Bad Manners,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.