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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Neil Young to the punk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Bronski Beat,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.