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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese 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 rock 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
John Cale,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Television,
The Move,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Brick,
Joy Division,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker 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.