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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Malaria! to the techno 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.