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 Ireland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Bang On A Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Das Ding,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Judy Mowatt,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.