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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Skarface to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
Niagra,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.