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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
Excepter,
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.