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 Germany and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Outsiders,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.