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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
The Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Technova,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.