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 Guyana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 June of 44 to the disco 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
MDC,
The Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barclay James Harvest,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.