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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Underground Resistance,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
The Names,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Godley & Creme,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.