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 Ukraine and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Nirvana,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.