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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mummies,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.