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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 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?
Arcadia,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hoover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Max Romeo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
The Sound,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.