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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
The American Breed,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Second Layer,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.