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 Uganda 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
The Index,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.