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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
The Skatalites,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Patti Smith,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.