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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
the Human League,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.