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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 cv313 to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick May,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Goldenarms,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Neil Young,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.