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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cal Tjader to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Accadde A,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Niagra,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
This Heat,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.