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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
CMW,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Masters at Work,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.