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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Slits,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Mission of Burma,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.