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 Greece and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 Magazine to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
The Residents,
Brick,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scrapy,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.