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 Zambia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
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 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 Joey Negro to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Con Funk Shun,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Pylon,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.