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 Turkey 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Urselle,
Flash Fearless,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.