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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 United States of America,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Pole,
Moebius,
Lower 48,
The Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.