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 Norway and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the jazz 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
This Heat,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Magma,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.