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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 mellotron 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Pantytec,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.