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 Madagascar and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.