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 Samoa and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Tim Buckley,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Skaos,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.