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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dave Gahan,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Popol Vuh,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.