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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Toasters,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
the Germs,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
the Normal,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.