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 Thailand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
Sister Nancy,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.