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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 The Searchers 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronan,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Motions,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.