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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Donald Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Index,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nirvana,
Crime,
The Martian,
Rotary Connection,
Nico,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Gong,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.