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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Blancmange,
Magma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
The Smoke,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
the Germs,
David Axelrod,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Technova,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.