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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.