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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Golliwogs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Faust,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Babytalk,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.