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 Somalia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eddi Front to the disco 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.