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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
June Days,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
The Index,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalann,
LL Cool J,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.