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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Basic Channel to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rekid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.