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 South Africa and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.