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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
the Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.