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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Hoover,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Soul II Soul,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
the Association,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
H. Thieme,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Rapeman,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.