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 United Kingdom and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Moby Grape,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Iggy Pop,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.