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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Scion to the rap 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brothers Johnson,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Green,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
New Order,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.