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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skaos,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.