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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.