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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Graham Central Station to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Real Kids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Junior Murvin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
ABC,
MDC,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.