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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
June Days,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.