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 Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the techno 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Urselle,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.