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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Roxette,
Don Cherry,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.