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 Samoa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Robert Palmer 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 Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.