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 Suriname and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Pus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Lindisfarne,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.