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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Ohio Players,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.