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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Average White Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Surgeon,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
DNA,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.