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 Marshall Islands 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Oneida,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
The Last Poets,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.