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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Slave,
The Wake,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
The Gories,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.