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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Newcleus,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.