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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Masters at Work,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Derrick Morgan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Icehouse,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Lebanon Hanover,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.