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 Cuba and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boogie Down Productions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Foxx,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.