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 Congo 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Grauzone,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
The Searchers,
UT,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.