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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Rapeman to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Tears for Fears,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.