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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Average White Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Janne Schatter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.