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 Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Jacob Miller to the grime 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Franke,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.