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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Yusef Lateef,
Hoover,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.