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 Malawi and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
The Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.