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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Standells,
the Swans,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
X-101,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.