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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
Lucky Dragons,
48th St. Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Althea and Donna,
The Names,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.