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 Macedonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grime 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Visage,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.