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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lalann to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Jerry's Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
T. Rex,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
The Kinks,
Gang Starr,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.