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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
The Tremeloes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.