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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Cowsills to the dance 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Boredoms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Television,
The Smiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Pole,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rotary Connection,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.