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 Dominica and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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?
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Skaos,
New Order,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.