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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television Personalities,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Sherman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
The Martian,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.