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 Equatorial Guinea and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Buzzcocks,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.