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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Fear,
Massinfluence,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler,
Skaos,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.