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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gap Band,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.