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 Malaysia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nas,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Television Personalities,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.