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 Tunisia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Qualms,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.