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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Interpol,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Television,
Icehouse,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
Flipper,
Deepchord,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.