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 Azerbaijan and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Rekid,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Q65,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Brick,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Lakeside,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.