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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 The Invisible to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Roger Hodgson,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Wings,
Alton Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.