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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru,
Warren Ellis,
The Star Department,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.