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 Belize and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
the Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
The Move,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Organ,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Kerri Chandler,
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Audionom,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.