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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
The New Christs,
Cameo,
The Saints,
Fatback Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Qualms,
MDC,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
X-102,
Chrome,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.