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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Infiniti,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
David Bowie,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Joy Division,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.