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 Maldives and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bill Near,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Glenn Branca,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
The Motions,
Iggy Pop,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.