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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
Qualms,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Scientists,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.