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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 chamberlin 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
Nas,
Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.