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 Croatia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Bronski Beat,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Main Source,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.