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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Godley & Creme,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Human League,
Scion,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cowsills,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.