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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Mars,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Remains,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
The Names,
Yellowson,
The Barracudas,
The Blackbyrds,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.