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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
D'Angelo,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.