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 Comoros and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Vogues,
Silicon Teens,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.