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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Angry Samoans,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.