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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Theoretical Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.