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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 MDC to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.