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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Slave,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.