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 Congo and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris & Cosey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Near,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
F. McDonald,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Nas,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.