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 Venezuela and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.