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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Pere Ubu,
Monolake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Don Cherry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Easy Going,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Angels of Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Neil Young,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.