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 Guinea-Bissau and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aural Exciters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Crime,
David Bowie,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.