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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 The United States of America to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
The Raincoats,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.