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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Reed to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Grauzone,
Fugazi,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Q65,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.