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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 James White and The Blacks to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Grass Roots,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Bluetip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Can,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Lakeside,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.