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 Morocco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lalo Schifrin to the funk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Amazonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Juan Atkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.