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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Guru Guru,
Dennis Brown,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
The Motions,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Nas,
Index,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.