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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Deepchord,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Yaz,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Alice Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.