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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Ken Boothe,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scion,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.