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 Namibia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Royal Trux,
Q65,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.