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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
June of 44,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.