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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reagan Youth,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
The Remains,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.