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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
X-102,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fela Kuti,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Boredoms,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.