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 China 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
E-Dancer,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
Scrapy,
The Saints,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.