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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Yazoo,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Wire,
John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Isaac Hayes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.