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 Spain and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope 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?
Pole,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.