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 Zimbabwe and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mad Mike to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Eddi Front,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.