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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Dolphy,
John Lydon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.