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 Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
China Crisis,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
Audionom,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.