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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Monks to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pole,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
X-102,
Rekid,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.