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 Libya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Liliput to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Judy Mowatt,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Spoonie Gee,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Names,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
OOIOO,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.