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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Fluxion 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Lower 48,
Wings,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.