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 Italy and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wally Richardson to the funk 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Thee Headcoats,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.