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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Ossler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Arcadia,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.