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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T. Rex,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Mo-Dettes,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Technova,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.