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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Average White Band,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.