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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Joe Finger 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
The Stooges,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Zero Boys,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Zapp,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.