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 Burkina and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Can,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.