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 Thailand and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.