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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
the Soft Cell,
Letta Mbulu,
The Toasters,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
The Searchers,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.