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 Lithuania and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics 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?
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anakelly,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
The Saints,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.