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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grunge 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
The Remains,
Nas,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Seeds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Q65,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
LL Cool J,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.