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 Belgium 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
AZ,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
John Lydon,
Maurizio,
Urselle,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
The United States of America,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.