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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nas,
Warsaw,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Organ,
Audionom,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.