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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Morten Harket 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.