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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Icehouse,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
X-101,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Bill Near,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
MDC,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
Barry Ungar,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Adolescents,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.