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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
X-101,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
The Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Lou Christie,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
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.