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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Kenny Larkin,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.