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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
The Move,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
Can,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.