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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Soulsonic Force,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Qualms,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alton Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.