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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Visage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.