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 Ivory Coast and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
X-Ray Spex,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Eurythmics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Procol Harum,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.