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 .
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Index,
The Toasters,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Outsiders,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Max Romeo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.