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 Grenada and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gun Club,
The Last Poets,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angry Samoans,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
Spoonie Gee,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.