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 Ethiopia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Arthur Verocai,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.