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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.