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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
CMW,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
The Smiths,
Ludus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Eric Copeland,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.