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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 arpeggiator 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
R.M.O.,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monolake,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
The Motions,
UT,
Make Up,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.