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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes 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?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.