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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
UT,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Christie,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.