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 Germany and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Fear,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Royal Trux,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.