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 Kiribati and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Moss Icon to the dance 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sandy B,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fela Kuti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-102,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Neon Judgement,
Slave,
Franke,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.