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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
The Last Poets,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.