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 Kuwait and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
Lyres,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.