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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
The Cramps,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Lou Christie,
Basic Channel,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Danielle Patucci,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.