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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 K-Klass to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quantec,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Darondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
The Litter,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Stiv Bators,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.