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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Audionom,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Pussy Galore,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.