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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rufus Thomas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Hasil Adkins,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.