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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
EPMD,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.