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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 rhodes 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter 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?
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
JFA,
a-ha,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aloha Tigers,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
MDC,
Zapp,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.