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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lyres,
a-ha,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Five Americans,
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.