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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Fela Kuti to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Suicide,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.