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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Section 25,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.