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 Netherlands and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
Ludus,
Roxette,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quantec,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
The Pop Group,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.