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 the UAE and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
The Wake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
Nirvana,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Q65,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.