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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Five Americans to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Pole,
the Normal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Terry Callier,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.