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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Ice-T,
EPMD,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magma,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Section 25,
cv313,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Germs,
The Wake,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.