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 Libya and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Ituana to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
the Association,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Fear,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.