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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
X-101,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
The Electric Prunes,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.