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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Mojo Men to the disco 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees 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?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
ABC,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Idris Muhammad,
Groovy Waters,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.