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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Oblivians,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Ice-T,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.