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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mummies to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
KRS-One,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.