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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tres Demented,
Ornette Coleman,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Piero Umiliani,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.