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 Syria and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Skaos,
Swans,
This Heat,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Cell,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Nas,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.