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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
ABC,
The Litter,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.