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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Scan 7,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
The Birthday Party,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.