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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.