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 Morocco and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
The Motions,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Circle Jerks,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Pagans,
Pole,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.