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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sixth Finger to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
La Düsseldorf,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.