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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Supertramp to the punk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.