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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Sonny Sharrock,
World's Most,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.