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 Cape Verde and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Minor Threat to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Fat Boys,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.