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 Guinea-Bissau 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Delta 5,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
UT,
The Index,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul II Soul,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Half Japanese,
Livin' Joy,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.