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 Mongolia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Ken Boothe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Andrew Hill,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.