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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Public Enemy to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crooked Eye,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Oneida,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Toasters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.