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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
Lakeside,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.