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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian,
Siglo XX,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Make Up,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Rufus Thomas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Little Man,
Franke,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.