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 Nauru and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Ken Boothe,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.