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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Pole,
Boredoms,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Monolake,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.