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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Franke,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Kerri Chandler,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.