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 Greece and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Organ to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Patti Smith,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eve St. Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ituana,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.