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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Colin Newman,
Lalann,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.