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 Oman and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.