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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yazoo to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Spoonie Gee,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Symarip,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Ten City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Scan 7,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Japan,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.