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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Association to the rap 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
June Days,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
The United States of America,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.