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 Togo and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 The Selecter to the dance 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.