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 Philippines and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Albert Ayler,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Pussy Galore,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.