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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.