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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Groovy Waters to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.