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 Yemen 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
Pulsallama,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.