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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Mandrill,
Skaos,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Hoover,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Can,
10cc,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.