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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Reagan Youth,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Evens,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Pulsallama,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Maleditus Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.