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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Magma,
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Nas,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Smog,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.