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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Beau Brummels,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.