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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Sound Behaviour,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Joy Division,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
X-102,
Slave,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.