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 Seychelles 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.