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 Zambia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
X-Ray Spex,
Liliput,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.