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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.