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 Djibouti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.