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 Norway 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Doors to the rap 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gories,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.