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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Urselle,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Erykah Badu,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.