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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Cure to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Lyres,
Suicide,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.