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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Guru Guru to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Chrome,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Whodini,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
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.