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 Belarus and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
A Certain Ratio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magazine,
Symarip,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ken Boothe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Average White Band,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.