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 Grenada 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
H. Thieme,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Index,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
Chris & Cosey,
Patti Smith,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.