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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cowsills to the rock 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arcadia,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.