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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare 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 Bluetip to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Maleditus Sound,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
PIL,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.