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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Magazine,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.