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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Archie Shepp to the techno 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
Skriet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Carl Craig,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.