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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the grunge 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.