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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 rhodes 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.