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 Barbados and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pole,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.