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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacques Brel to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Monolake,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
The Victims,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Ossler,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.