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 Cyprus and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tommy Roe to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pole,
Maleditus Sound,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.