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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Young Marble Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.