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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Idris Muhammad,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.