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 Maldives and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 The Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
X-102,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jandek,
John Holt,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.