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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smiths,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.