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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Public Enemy 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Can,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
ABC,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.