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 Italy and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Erykah Badu,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Circle Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.