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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
PIL,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Icehouse,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.