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 Nepal and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.