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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
Sparks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.