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 the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
The American Breed,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Buzzcocks,
Pole,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Organ,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.