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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
The Move,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.