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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
10cc,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Charles Mingus,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Loose Ends,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.