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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 linndrum 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
The Golliwogs,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers,
X-101,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Brick,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.