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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Prince Buster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
DJ Style,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.