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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
UT,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.