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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Normal to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
The Red Krayola,
Faust,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
Roger Hodgson,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
The Slackers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.