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 Serbia 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ice-T 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Monochrome Set,
Byron Stingily,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Pagans,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
Swell Maps,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Terry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.