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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Beijing and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Gun Club to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.