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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Excepter,
New Order,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
David Axelrod,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Fatback Band,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.