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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
The Smoke,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Little Man,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.