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 Palau and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare 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 Public Enemy to the rap 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pagans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Interpol,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.