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 San Marino 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Siglo XX,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Japan,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.