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 Malta and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
CMW,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.