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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Deadbeat,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.