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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Brass Construction,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.