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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Sun City Girls,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Monks,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fat Boys,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
Fatback Band,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.