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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The American Breed 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
10cc,
Deepchord,
Kayak,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Lou Christie,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Altered Images,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.