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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gladiators to the punk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
Lindisfarne,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
10cc,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yazoo,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.