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 Honduras and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.