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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the dance 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.