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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
The Invisible,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.