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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Connie Case,
John Cale,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.