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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Quantec to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Heaven 17,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.