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 Bahamas and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Flipper,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Rotary Connection,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.