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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Junior Murvin,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Skaos,
David Bowie,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
Faust,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Connie Case,
Nas,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.