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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Josef K to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maleditus Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Liliput,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.