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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers 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?
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Morten Harket,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.