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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Trojans 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
The Raincoats,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.