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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the rap 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Sparks,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.