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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
John Lydon,
Brick,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Inner City,
Rosa Yemen,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.