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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Masters at Work,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Hashim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.