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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Oblivians,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Groovy Waters,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Au Pairs,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.