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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Morten Harket,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Unwound,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
K-Klass,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.