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 Nauru 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
10cc,
The Sound,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.