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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Don Cherry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Howard Jones,
Funkadelic,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.