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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Pole to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Pussy Galore,
Scion,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.