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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magazine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
a-ha,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.