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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Scientists to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bob Dylan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
The Evens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Moebius,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.