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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Average White Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Roxy Music,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
FM Einheit,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Skarface,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.