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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
a-ha,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.