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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Yusef Lateef,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Marmalade,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Underground Resistance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.