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 Ghana 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 James White and The Blacks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Scrapy,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.