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 Mozambique and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.