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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sight & Sound to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Urselle,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.