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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Minutemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
The Names,
The Residents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.