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 Ireland 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxy Music to the grime 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
T.S.O.L.,
Andrew Hill,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.