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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput,
The Cure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moody Blues,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.