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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Skatalites to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Flag,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Organ,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.