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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Residents 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
The Red Krayola,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eurythmics,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.