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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Byron Stingily 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 snare 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
The Fortunes,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vainqueur,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Liliput,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Severed Heads,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Schoolly D,
Boredoms,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Quando Quango,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.