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 Azerbaijan 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
The Zeros,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.