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 Ethiopia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Stetsasonic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Saccharine Trust,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.