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 Bangladesh and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the dance 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.