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 Cuba and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barrington Levy to the grime 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Nico,
Japan,
Stiv Bators,
Whodini,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Country Teasers,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.