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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Barbara Tucker,
CMW,
Masters at Work,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skaos,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.