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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quantec,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
the Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.