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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
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 808 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Smooth,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Half Japanese,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
K-Klass,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tres Demented,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.