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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
Ludus,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
China Crisis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.