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 Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
the Germs,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.