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 Armenia and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Basic Channel,
Brick,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
The Dead C,
Index,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.