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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Malaria!,
Lyres,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
The Index,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.