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 United States and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Niagra,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.