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 Jamaica and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Patti Smith 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Erasure,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Rhythm & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Aural Exciters,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terry Callier,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.