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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Minor Threat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Duran Duran,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.