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 Canada and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
The Fall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
Gong,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.