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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Nils Olav,
Slick Rick,
Flipper,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Brick,
Harmonia,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.