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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.