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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Boredoms,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.