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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.