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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Youth Brigade to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.