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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
The Modern Lovers,
Ice-T,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hot Snakes,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
The Names,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.