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 Macedonia and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Suicide,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television Personalities,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.