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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.