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 Kazakhstan and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Underground Resistance,
Supertramp,
Wire,
Rekid,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Index,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Joey Negro,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.