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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Residents to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
The Cramps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.