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 Luxembourg and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sound to the rock 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey 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?
Kayak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Index,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.