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 Mali and from Delhi.
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 Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.