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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Alton Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Khruangbin,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.