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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 The Skatalites to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Barrington Levy,
Erykah Badu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.