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 Iraq and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
The Names,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Magazine,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
Faust,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.