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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Radiohead,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mummies,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
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.