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 Somalia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Cymande,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Soft Machine,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
X-101,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Tom Boy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.