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 Palau and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Green,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Absolute Body Control,
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.