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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 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 Franke to the funk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Talk Talk,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Cymande,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.