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 United States and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camouflage,
Brick,
This Heat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Deadbeat,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.