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 Kenya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Monks,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grauzone,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Bad Manners,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.