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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.