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 Andorra and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
The Move,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
AZ,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.