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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Fear,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
David McCallum,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Shuggie Otis,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.