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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Gladiators to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Darondo,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.