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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Sound Behaviour,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.