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 Albania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash to the grunge 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Technova,
Skriet,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.