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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Skarface,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Tres Demented,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.