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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Skatalites to the grime 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Schoolly D,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Interpol,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.