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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Monks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
OOIOO,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Eddi Front,
Flipper,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.