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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Trojans to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.