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 Congo 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Jeff Mills,
Q65,
Liliput,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.