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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Sparks,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Rotary Connection,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.