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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Masters at Work,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Albert Ayler,
The Motions,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.