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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Public Enemy,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Animal Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
Motorama,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.