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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.