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 the UAE and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
The Martian,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.