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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
The Names,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
The Martian,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.