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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
Banda Bassotti,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-101,
Q and Not U,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.