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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Model 500,
the Slits,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Kurtis Blow,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.