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 South Sudan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
Wire,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.