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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Quadrant,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
June Days,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
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.