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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Animal Collective 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
The Names,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.