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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Harry Pussy to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.