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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül II,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.