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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 The Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Halsall,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.