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 Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Parrish to the jazz 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Quantec,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.