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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Anthony Braxton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Janne Schatter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.