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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Banda Bassotti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Sherman,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Technova,
Wire,
John Holt,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.