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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Sparks,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.