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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Gerry Rafferty,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
EPMD,
The Gories,
The Busters,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Gong,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Skaos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
David McCallum,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.