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 Georgia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
Howard Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.