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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Fugazi,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.