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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
The Move,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Sparks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Almond,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agent Orange,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.