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 Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Das Ding to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
AZ,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.