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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
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 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pole,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Lindisfarne,
Stetsasonic,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Unwound,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.