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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Symarip,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Cluster,
Radiohead,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.