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 San Marino and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
The Gories,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.