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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Pole,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Organ,
Radiohead,
Marine Girls,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.