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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the funk 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
EPMD,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.