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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
The American Breed,
The Star Department,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.