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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
The Divine Comedy,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.