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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Misunderstood,
Nas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
John Cale,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.