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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Reuben Wilson,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.