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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 This Heat to the dance 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Fugazi,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.