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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 China Crisis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moebius,
Can,
Make Up,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Franke,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.