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 Libya and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Dennis Brown,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Scion,
Slave,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Blancmange,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.