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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
ABBA,
Black Bananas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.