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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
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 clarinet 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
Wire,
Lalann,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
La Düsseldorf,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Trojans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Skarface,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Rosa Yemen,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.